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Hymn  I. 
^  Mercy-Seat. 


EAR  to  thy  mercy-feat,  O  God, 
With  confcious  guilt  I  come : 
No  facrifice  but  Jems'  blood 
Can  for  fuch  guilt  atone. 

2  Nor  am  I  fafe  with  fuch  a  plea, 

Though  Jefus  bled  and  dy'd  ; 
My  broken  heart  mull  healed  be, 
My  confcience  purify'd. 

3  Then  may  I  venture  near  thy  throne, 

When  mercy  points  the  way  ; 
Then,  offer  incenfe  not  my  own, 
And  humbly  dare  to  pray. 

4  How  did  my  foul,  in  feafons  paft, 

Enjoy  thy  gracious  fmiles ! 
So  fweet  thy  word,  fo  lov'd  thy  courts, 
So  hateful  Satan's  wiles. 

5  But  darknefs,  doubts,  and  ceafelefs  grit? 

Poflefs  my  weary  heart : 
When  wilt  thou  come  to  my  relief, 
And  bid  my  foes  depart  I 


6  I  cannot  bear  to  wander  thus, 

And  dill  thine  abfence  mourn ; 
Afiift  thy  humble  penitent 
To  make  a  quick  return. 

7  Into  thy  bleiTed  arms  I  fly  ; 

Dear  Jefus,  bid  me  come ; 
My  fpirit  feeks  no  other  reft, 
My  foul  no  other  home. 


Hymn  II. 

The  Church's  Requeft. 

X  HE  little  flock,  on  Zion's  hill, 

In  happy  union  bleft, 
Implore  their  great  Redeemer,  {till 
To  grant  them  one  requeft. 

2  Diftmguifh'd  mercy  found  a  place, 

And  led  the  flock  to  reft : 
Head  of  thy  church,  we  feek  thy  face. 
To  grant  us  one  requeft. 

3  Thy  fovereign  favours,  freely  giv'n, 

Our  hearts  have  deep  imprelt ; 
Still  hear  our  pray'r,  indulgent  Heav'n, 
And  grant  us  one  requeft. 

4.  While  fome  are  gather'd  to  the  fold, 
By  mercy's  high  beheft, 
Do  thou  our  infant  ftate  behold, 
And  grant  us  one  requeft. 

5  With  thoughtlefs  fouls,  and  anxious  mind 
Thy  courts  are  daily  preft  ; 


That  each  a  portion  here  may  find, 
O  grant  us  this  requeji. 

6  A  faithful  paftor>  Lord,  prepare  ; 

'Twas  Jefus'  great  bequeft  ; 
For  this  we  raife  our  ceafelefs  pray'r  : 
O  grant  this  cne  requeji. 

7  Then  fhall  our  grateful  hearts  adore 

Thine  interpoiing  love  ; 
This  gift  beftow'd,  we'll  grieve  no  more, 
But  wait  the  joys  above. 


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Hymnr  HI. 

Return  of  *Jo\\ 


HEN  darknefs  long  has  veil'd  my  mind, 
And  fmiling  day  once  more  appears ; 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  I  chide  my  unbelieving  heart, 
And  blufh  that  I  fhould  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  fo  bafe  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  O  !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 
(What  I  am  flill  fo  flow  to  learn  ;) 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  fhadcw  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  eafy  to  repeat  ; 
But  when  my  faith  is  ftiarply  tried, 
I  find  myfelf  a  learner  yet, 
Unflrilful,  weak,  and  ant  to  flide. 

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But,  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee, 
Subdues  the  difobedient  will ; 
Drives  doubt  and  difcontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  dill. 

Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine ; 

Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praife  receive  j 

Be  ihame,  and  felf-abhorrence,  mine. 


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Hymn  IV. 
Loveji  thou  me  I 


IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  caufes  anxious  thought, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ; 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 
Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs  frame  i 
Hardly,  fure,  can  they  be  worfe, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  [Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  talk  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  T  tnrn  my  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild, 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  fin, 
Can  I  deem  myfelf  a  child  ?] 

t  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  j 


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You  that  love  the  Lord  indeeds 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

<$  Yet  I  mourn  my  ftubbom  will, 
Find  my  fin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  [Could  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 
Choofe  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd ; 
Find  at  times  the  promife  fweet 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ?~) 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  cafe  ! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  fun  ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

<q  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more^ 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


Hymn  V. 

Penitential  Prayer, 

ITH  confcious  guilt  and  bleeding  hearty 
Near  to  thy  throne  of  grace  I  fly  ; 

0  !   Friend  of  friend lefs  finners,  deign 
To  hear  my  penitential  cry. 

Borne  down  with  fin's  tremendous  load, 

1  cannot  raife  my  foul  to  thee  ; 

E'en  when  I  would  approach  thy  throne9 
Through  unbelief  I'm  kept  away. 


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O  !  fov'reign,  gracious,  pow'rful  God, 
Compel  my  fins  to  quit  their  feat : 
And,  cloth'd  with  Jems'  finifh'd  robe, 
I'll  dare-approach  my  Saviour's  feet. 

My  firft,  my  only  cry  mail  be, 
"  Thy  fanctifying  grace  impart, 
"  And  form  my  foul  alike  to  thee, 
"  And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart." 

Then,  when  I  quit  this  vale  of  tears, 
Uncloth'd  with  flefh,  my  foul  fhall  rife  ; 
Adorn'd  with  ev'ry  mining  grace, 
Shall  reign  with  God  above  the  flues. 


Hymn  VI. 

Private  Devotion. 

JL  ELL  me,  ye  happy,  happy  few, 
What  is  the  theme  that  fuits  you  belt  ? 
Do  you  advert  to  native  worth, 
Or  build  your  hopes  on  duties  paft  ? 

2  If  you  are  blind,  and  poor,  and  loft, 
Speak  ye  of  light,  and  joy,  and  peace  ? 
"  O  yes  (methinks  you  all  reply) 

"  Sinners  alone  will  bow  to  grace." 

3  Chrift  is  the  theme,  the  only  then:, 
Of  all  the  ranfom'J  heirs  of  God  ; 
His  life  alone  the  law  fulfill'd, 

And  faints  were  purchas'd  with  his  blood. 

4  How  fweet  the  moments  glide  away 
When  Jefus  deigns  to  be  a  gueft  ; 


When  humble  fouls  their  joys  reveal, 
And  lean,  enraptur'd,  on  his  breaft. 

Like  drops  of  water,  pure  and  free, 
We  mingle  all  our  joys  and  fears  ; 
The  gloom  of  confcious  guilt  recedes, 
And  hope  looks  fmiling  through  our  tears. 


Hymn  VII. 

Penitential  Sighs. 

FATHER,  at  thy  call  I  come  \ 
In  thy  bofom  there  is  room 
For  a  guilty  foul  to  hide, 
Prefs'd  with  grief  on  ey'ry  fide. 

2  Here  I'll  make  my  piteous  moan  \ 
Thou  canft  underftand  a  groan  : 
Here  my  fins  and  forrows  tell ; 
What  I  feel  thou  knoweft  well. 

3  Ah  !  how  fooliih  I  have  been, 
To  obey  the  voice  of  fin, 

To  forget  thy  love  to  me, 
And  to  break  my  vows  to  thee. 

4  Darknefs  fills  my  trembling  foul. 
Floods  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll : 
Pity,  Father,  pity  me  ; 

All  my  hope's  alone  in  thee. 

5  But  may  fuch  a  wretch  as  I, 

Self  condemn'd,  and  doom'd  to  die. 

Ever  hope  to  be  forgiv'n, 

And  be  fmil'd  upon  by  Heav'n  ! 


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6  May  I  round  thee  cling  and  twine, 
Call  myfelf  a  child  of  thine, 
And  prefume  to  claim  a  part 

In  a  tender  Father's  heart  ? 

7  Yes,  I  may,  for  I  efpy 

Pity  trickling  from  thine  eye  : 
'Tis  a  Father's  bowels  move, 
Move  with  pardon,  and  with  love. 

S  Well  I  do  remember  too 
What  his  love  hath  deign'd  to  do  ; 
How  he  fent  a  Saviour  down, 
All  my  follies  to  atone. 

9  Has  my  Elder  Brother  died  ? 
And  is  juftice  fatisfied  ? 
Why,  O  why  mould  I  defpair 
Of  my  Father's  tender  care. 


Hymn  VIII. 

Humble  Trti/i. 

JLrfORD,  didft  thou  die,  but  not  for  me  ? 
Am  I  forbid  to  truft  thy  blood  ? 
Is  not  thy  pardon  rich  and  free, 
Seal'd  in  the  kind  atoning  flood  ? 

Who  then  fhall  drive  my  trembling  foul 
From  thee  to  regions  of  defpair  ? 
Who  has  furvey'd  the  facred  roll, 
And  found  my  name  not  written  there  ? 
Prefumptuous  thought !  to  fix  the  bound, 
To  limit  mercy's  fovereign  reign  ; 


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What  other  happy  fouls  have  found, 
I'll  feek,  nor  fhall  I  feek  in  vain. 
I  own  my  guilt,  my  fins  confefs  ; 
Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more  ? 
Of  crimes,  already  numberlefs, 
Vain  the  attempt  to  fwell  the  fcore. 
Were  the  black  lift  before  my  fight, 
While  I  remember  thou  haft  dy'd, 
'Twould  only  urge  my  fpeedier  flight, 
To  feek  falvation  at  thy  fide. 

Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  caft  me  down, 
To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear  ; 
And,  if  thou  fpurn  me  from  thy  throne, 
I'll  be  the  firft  who  perifh.  there. 


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Hymn  IX. 

Inwctird  Religion, 


ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  fovereign  virtue  know. 

More  needful  this,  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  beftows  ; 
Not  reputation,  food,  or  health 
'  Can  give  us  fuch  repofe. 

Religion  fhould  our  thoughts  engage, 
Amidft  our  youthful  bloom, 

'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb, 


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4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'dj 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  ftubborn  will  fubdu'd> 
His  government  to  own  : 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  lore; 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  converfation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  fincere. 

6  Preferve  me  from  the  fnares  of  fin, 

Through  my  remaining  days  ; 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  fhine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praife. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  foul  infpire  ; 

Let  warm  affections  rife  ; 
And  may  I  wait  with  ftrong  defire, 
To  mount  above  the  /kies. 


Hymn    X- 
Hopefet  before  its. 

ND  be  it  fo,  that  till  this  hour 
We  never  knew  what  faith  has  meant  ; 
And,  flaves  to  fin  and  Satan's  power, 
Have  never  felt  thefe  hearts  relent. 

What  fhall  we  do  ?  fhall  we  lie  down, 
Sink  in  defpair,  and  groan  and  die  ; 
And,  funk  beneath  th'  Almighty's  frown. 
Not  glance  one  cheerful  hope  on  high  ? 
Forbid  it,  Saviour  !  to  thy  grace 
As  fmners,  Grangers,  we  vill  come  ; 


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Among  thy  faints  we  afk  a  place,- 
For  in  thy  mercy  there  is  room. 

Lord,  we  believe  ;  O  chafe  away 
The  gloomy  clouds  of  unbelief ; 
Lord,  we  repent ;  O  let  thy  ray 
DifTolve  our  hearts  in  facred  grief  I 

Now  fpread  the  banner  of  thy  love, 
And  let  us  know  that  we  aire  thine  ; 
Cheer  us  with  bleffings  from  abOve^ 
With  all  the  joys  of  hope  divine. 


Hymn  XL 

A  Throne  of  Grace. 

HILE  journeying  through  this  humble 
Expos'd  to  ev'ry  adverfe  gale  ;  [vale, 

If  to  the  throne  I  could  repair, 
I  fhould  be  happy,  happy  there. 

2  When  doubts  and  fears  my  mind  perplex, 
Or  worldly  things  go  wrong,  and  vex, 

If  to  the  throne  my  foul  draws  near, 
Propitious  hope  removes  each  fear. 

3  Lord,  this  it  is  which  focthes  my  grief, 
And  to  my  foul  yields  fiich  relief: 

1  cry,  enrapturd,  bid  me  come, 
And  near  thee  find  my  lafting  home. 

4  How  prone  to  feek  my  good  below  ! 
How  much  like  a  deceitful  bow 

Is  my  falfe  heart ;  though  piedg'd  to  thee. 
When  firft  I  gave  that  heart  away. 
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O  never,  never  can  I  find 
Such  joy  and  tranfport  to  the  mind, 
As  when  my  ardent  foul  defcry'd 
The  glories  of  ths  Man  who  dy'd. 

The  robe  my  legal  foul  had  wrought 
With  pray'rs  and  tears,  appeared  as  nought : 
One  view,  O  Saviour,  of  thy  love, 
Forever  fix'd  my  hopes  above. 

There  let  them  firm  forever  reft, 
With  ftill  increafmg  radiance  bleft  ; 
Till  death  diflblves  this  mortal  band, 
And  I  arrive  in  Canaan's  land. 


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Hymn  XII. 

Praife  for  Redemption. 


iOME,  ye  redeem'd  by  Jefus'  blood, 
Your  grateful  fongs  employ  ; 
He  brought  your  wand 'ring  fouls  to  God, 
And  turn'd  your  grief  to  joy. 

2  Think,  ranfom'd  (inner,  what  a  price 

Was  paid  to  fet  you  free  ! 
Th*  Eternal  Son  was  nail'd  and  dy'd 
Upon  the  bloody  tree. 

3  Our  yielding  hearts  cannot  be  cold, 

While  viewing  fuch  a  fcene  ! 
E'en  nature  trembled  to  behold 
The  fuff 'rings  of  her  King  ! 

4  The  many  rocks  in  funder  clave, 

WJien  Jeius  clcs'd  his  eyes ; 


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The  fleeping  faints  Ieap'd  from  their  graves^ 
And  darknefs  fpread  the  ikies. 

5  Myfterious  grace  !  all-conquering  love  ! 

Too  deep  for  angels'  ken : 
That  he  whom  feraphs  praife  above3 
Should  die  for  guilty  men. 

6  Then  join,  ye  ranfom'd,  in  the  fong? 

And,  while  ye  taile  his  love, 
JLet  every  faint  the  theme  prolong, 
Till  call'd  to  praife  above. 


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Hymn  XIII. 

Complaining. 


WOULD,  but  cannot  ihig3 
I  would,  but  cannot  pray  ; 
For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 
And  frights  my  foul  away. 

I  would,  but  can't  repent, 
Though  I  endeavour  oft  ; 

This  ftony  heart  can  ne'er  relent 
Till  Jefus  make  it  foft. 
1  would,  but  cannot  love, 
Tho'  woo'd  by  love  divine  ; 

No  arguments  have  pow'r  to  move 
A  foul  fo  bafe  as  mine. 

I  would,  but  cannot  reft 
In  Goo's  mod  holy  will ; 
I  know  what  he  appoints  is  beft, 
Yet  murmur  at  it  flill. 


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5  O  could  I  but  believe  ! 
Then  all  would  eafy  be  ; 

I  would,  but  cannot — Lord,  relieve  ; 
My  help  mult  come  from  thee  ! 

6  But  if  indeed  I  would, 
Though  I  can  nothing  do  ; 

Yet  the  defire  is  fomething  good. 
For  which  my  praife  is  due. 

7  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 
Till  thine  appointed  hour, 

I  was  as  deftitute  of  will, 
As  now  I  am  of  power. 

8  Wilt  thou  not  crown  at  length 
The  work  thou  haft  begun  .? 

And  with  a  will,  afford  me  ftrength 
In  all  thy  ways  to  run  ? 


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Hymn  XIV, 
The  Convert^ 


.OW  fweet  is  the  language  of  love, 
Which  dwells  on  the  penitent's  tongue  I 
The  theme  of  their  heavenly  joys, 
The  notes  of  Immanuers  fong  ! 

'Twas  thus  with  the  converts  of  old, 
Though  prifons  and  chains  were  their  lot 
At  midnight,  when  Jefus  appear'd, 
They  fang,  and  their  bands  were  forgot. 

Immanuel's  glory  the  theme, 

Our  hearts  are  inflam'd  with  defire  ; 


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Or  while  of  his  fuff'rings  we  tell, 
We  wonder,  repent,  and  admire. 

O  bleffed  Redeemer,  we  come 
With  panting,  and  longing  to  be 
Aflured  of  pardon  and  peace, 
And  wholly  conformed  to  thee. 


Hymn  XV. 

RetrofpeStion. 

ijWEET  was  the  time  when  firft  I  fefc 
The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood 

Apply'd,  to  cleanfe  my  foul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  re  veal 'd, 

His  prnifes  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  fhadt*  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  fong. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  fpread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm  ; 
I  liv\i  upon  my  Saviour's  fmiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  foul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  law  his  glory  iliine  ; 
And  when  1  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promife  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  faints  I  often  fpoke, 

Of  what  his  love  had  done  ; 
But  now  my  heart  is  almoft  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 
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6  Now  when  the  evening  (hade  prevails, 

My  foul  in  darknefs  mourns ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

7  My  pray'rs  are  now  a  chattering  noife, 

For  Jefus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read — the  promife  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  cafe. 

8  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  foul  his  prey  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail, 
O  come  without  delay. 


Hymn  XVI. 

Prayer  anfwered  by  Croffes. 

I  ASK'D  lV  Lord  that  I  mi-iht  crow 
In  faith,  ?.nd  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  falvation  know, 
And  feek  more  earneftly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  truft,  has  anfwer'd  prayer  ; 
But  it  has  been  in  fuch  a  way 

As  almoil:  drove  me  to  defpair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  feme  favour'd  hour 
At  once  he'd  anfwer  my  request  ; 
And,  by  his  love's  conftraining  power, 
Subdue  my  fins,  and  give  me  reft. 

^  Inftead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 


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And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
A/Fault  my  foul  in  every  part. 
Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hancMie  feem'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe  ; 
Crofs'd  all  the  fair  defigns  I  fchem'd, 
Blalled  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 
"  Lord,  why  is  this  ?"  I  trembling  cry'd, 
"  Wilt  thou  purfue  thy  worm  to  death  I" 
ic  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  anfwer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 
"  Thefe  inward  trials  I  employ, 
"  From  felf,  and  pride,  to  fet  thee  frej, 
"  And  break  thy  fchemes  of  earthly  joy, 
"  That  thou  may'ft.  feek  thy  all  in  me." 


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Hymn  XVII, 

Exhortation  to  Prayer. 


V  HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-feat  ! 
Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  willies  to  be  often  there  ? 
Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  faw  ; 
Gives  exercife  to  faith  and  love. 
Brings  every  bleiling  from  above. 
Reftraining  prayer,  we  ceafe  to  fight, 
Prayer  makes  the  Chriftian's  armour  bright  5 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  fees 
The  weakeft  faint  upon  his  knees. 


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While  Mofes  flood  with  arms  fprcad  wide, 
Succefs  was  found  on  Ifrael's  fide  ; 
But  when"  through  wearinefs  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  fad  tale  Of  all  your  care. 

Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  fpent 
To  Heav'n  in  fupplication  fent, 
Your  cheerful  fong  would  oft'ner  be, 
**  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  dene  for  me." 


Hymn  XVIII. 

The  Succefsful  Rcfolve* 

\^OME,  humble  fmner,  in  whofe  breafl 
A  thoufand  thoughts  revolve, 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppreft, 
And  make  this  laft  refolve. 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jefus,  though  my  fm 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rofe  ; 
«  I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppofe. 

3  "  Proftrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"  And  there  my  guilt  confefs  ; 

"  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

"  Without  his  fovereign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

'*  Whofe  fceptre  pardon  gives, 


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"  Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 

"  And  then  the  fuppliant  lives. 
"  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"  Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
"  But  if  I  perifh,  I  will  pray 

"  And  perifh  only  there. 
"  I  can  but  perifh  if  I  go, 

"  I  am  refolv'd  to  try  ; 
"  For  if  I  ftay  away,  I  know 

"  I  muft  forever  die." 


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Hymn  XIX, 

The  Loft  Sheep  found. 


HEN  fome  kind  fhepherd  from  his  fold 
Has  loft  a  ftraying  flieep, 
Through  vales,  o'er  hills,  he  anxious  roves, 
And  climbs  the  mountain's  fteep. 

Z  But  O  the  joy  !  the  tranfport  fweet ! 
When  he  the  wand'rer  finds  ; 
Up  in  his  arms  he  takes  his  charge, 
And  to  his  fhoulder  binds. 

3  Homeward  he  haftes  to  tell  his  joys, 

And  make  his  blifs  complete  : 
The  neighbours  hear  the  news,  and  all 
The  joyful  fhepherd  greet. 

4  Yet  how  much  greater  is  the  joy 

When  but  one  finner  turns, 
When  the  poor  wretch  with  broken  heart 
His  fins  ancj  errors  mourns  ! 


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Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  faints  belov 
In  ibngs  their  tongues  employ  ; 

Beyond  the  fkies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

Well  pleas'd,  the  Father  fees  and  hears 

The  confcious  fmner  weep  ; 
Jefus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 

And  owns  him  for  his  fheep. 

Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 
"  A  wandering  fheep's  return'd,"  they  Cmgt 

And  ftrike  the  founding  lyre. 


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Hymn  XX. 

Vital  Union  to  Chrift. 


'EAR  Saviour,  we  are  thine 

By  everlafting  bonds  ; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  refigrt, 

Our  fouls  are  in  thy  hands. 

To  thee  we  ftill  would  cleave 

With  ever  growing  zeal  ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Chrift  to  leave, 

O  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

Thy  Spirit  mall  unite 

Our  fouls  to  thee  our  head  ; 
Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 

That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

Death  may  our  fouls  divide 

From  thefe  abodes  of  clay  ; 


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Bat  love  (hall  keep  us  near  thy  fide 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one, 
Why  fhould  we  doubt  or  fear ; 
If  he  in  heaven  hath  fix'd  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 


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Hymn  XXI. 


Pardoning  Love. 


.OW  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  Sovereign  Mercy  calls,  "  Return;'5 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  1  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mom  $  ; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canft  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  mall  a  pardon5  d  rebel  live 
To  fpeak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 

How  glorious,  how  divine, 
That  can  to  life  and  blifsreftore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine  I 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  fo  free,  fo  fweet,. 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  facred  feet, 
And  let  me'rove  no  more. 


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Hymn  XXII. 

Prayer  for  Minifter  and  People. 

jLIEAREST  Saviour,  help  thy  fervant 

To  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love  ! 
Pour  thy  grace  upon  this  people, 
That  thy  truth  they  may  approve  ; 
Blefs,  O  blefs  them, 
From  thy  mining  courts  above. 
2  Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them 
To  partake  the  gofpel  feaft  : 
Let  thy  Spirit  fweetly  draw  them  ; 
Every  foul  be  Jems'  guefl  ! 
O  receive  us, 
Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  reft. 


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Hymn  XXIIL 

Walking  with  God. 


FOR  a  clofer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light,  to  mine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
Where  is  the  bleffednefs  I  knew, 

When  nrft  I  faw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  foul  refrefhing  view 

Of  Jefus  and  his  word  ? 
What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyM  ! 

How  fweet  their  memory  ftill ! 


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But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

Return,  O  Holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  meffenger  of  reft ! 
I  hate  the  fins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breaft. 

The  deareft  idol  I  have  known, 

Whatever  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worlhip  only  thee. 
So  mail  my  walk  be  clofe  with  God, 

Calm  and  ferene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  mail  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


Hymn  XXIV. 

The  Saviour's  Invitation, 


JL  HE  Saviour  calls— let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  found  ; 
Ye  doubting  fouls,  difmifs  your  fear, 
Hope  fmiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirfty  longing  heart, 

Here  ftreams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  blifs  impart 
To  banifh  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  fprings  of  facred  pleafure  rife, 

To  eafe  your  every  pain, 
(Immortal  fountain  !  full  fupplies !) 
Nor  fhall  you  thirft  in  vain. 

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Ye  finners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  j 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 

And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  J 

To  thee  let  finners  fly, 
And  take  the  blifs  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 


Hymn  XXV. 

As  thy  days,  fojhall  thy  ftrength  be. 

AFFLICTED  faint,  to  Chrift  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promile  hear  ; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  mail  be. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  defpond  and  fay, 

"  How  fhall  I  ftand  the  trying  day  V 

He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  ftrong  ; 
And  if  the  conflict  ihould  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee  j 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be. 

4  Should  perfecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  truft  in  thy  Redeemer'*;  name  ; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  (halt  fee, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be. 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  crofs, 
Or  fore  afflictions,  pain,  or  lofs, 


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Or  deep  diftrefs,  or  poverty, 

Still,  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  {hall  be, 

6  When  ghaftly  death  appears  in  view, 
Chrift's  prefence  fhall  thy  fears  fubdue  j 
He  comes  to  fet  thy  fpirit  free, 
And  as  thy  days,  thy  ftrength  fhall  be, 


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Hymn  XXVI. 

Behold  the  Man  ! 


E  that  pafs  by,  behold  the  Man  ! 
The  Man  of  grief,  condemn'd  for  yoUj, 
The  Lamb  of  God,  for  fmners  flain, 
Weeping,  to  Calvary  purfue. 

2  His  facred  limbs  they  ftretch,  they  tear, 
With  nails  they  faften  to  the  wood ; 
His  facred  limbs,  expos'd  and  bare, 

Or  only  cover'd  with  his  blood. 

3  See  there  his  temples  crown'd  with  thorns5 
His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 

His  ftreaming  feet  transfix' d  and  torn, 
The  fountain  girthing  from  his  fide. 

4  Thou  dear,  thou  fuff'ring  Son  of  God, 
How  doth  thy  heart  to  fmners  move  I 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love  ! 

5  The  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 
Convuls'd,  when  her  Creator  died  ; 

O  may  our  inmoft  nature  fhake, 
iVnd  bow  with  Jefus  crucified  ! 


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6  At  thy  laft  gafp,  the  graves  difplay'd 
Their  horrors  to  the  upper  ikies  ; 

O  that  our  fouls  might  burft  the  fhade, 
And,  quicken'd  by  thy  death,  arife  ! 

7  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death, 
And  tremble,  and  afunder  part ; 

O  rend,  with  thy  expiring  breath, 
The  harder  marble  of  our  heart. 


Hymn  XXVII. 

Praife  for  Conver/ion. 

V^OME,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  liften  while  I„  tell 
How  narrowly  my  feet  efcap'd 
The  fnares  of  death  and  hell. 

The  flattering  joys  of  fenfe 
AfTail'd  my  foolifh  heart, 
While  Satan  with  malicious  fkill 
Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 

I  fell  beneath  the  ftroke, 
But  fell  to  rife  again  ; 
My  anguifh  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleafure  fprung  from  pain. 

Darknefs,  and  fhame,  and  grief, 
Opprefs'd  my  gloomy  mind  ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

At  length,  to  God  I  cry'd ; 
He  heard  my  plaintive  figh  : 


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He  heard,  and  inftantly  he  fent 
Salvation  from  on  high. 

6  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd, 
My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd, 

Pardon'd  my  fins,  and  with  a  fmile 
The  gracious  pardon  feal'd. 

7  O  may  I  ne'er  forget 
The  mercy  of  my  God  ; 

Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  fpread 
His  loudeft  praife  abroad. 


Hymn    XXVIII. 

Praife  for  the  Fountain  opened. 

J_  HERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  fmners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Loie  all  their  guilty  ftains. 

3  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  fee 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Walh  ail  my  fins  away  ! 
3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lofe  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ranfom'd  church  of  God 
Be  fav'd,  to  fin  no  more. 

4.  E'er  fmce,  by  faith,  I  faw  the  ftream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  fupply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme? 
And  fhall  be  till  I  die. 
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5  But  when  this  lifping,  ftammering  tongue 
Lies  filent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  fweeter  fong 
I'll  fing  thy  power  to  fave. 


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Hymn  XXIX. 

Companion. 


'ID  Chrift  o'er  Tinners  weep  ? 

And  mall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Bur  ft  forth  from  every  eye. 

The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  fee  ! 
Be  thou  aftonifh'd,  O  my  foul, 

He  fhed  thofe  tears  for  thee. 

He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 
Each  fin  demands  a  tear  ; 
In  heav'n  alone  no  fin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


Hymn  XXX. 

jefus  precious  to  them  thai  believe. 

J  ESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  mufic  to  my  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  found  it  out  fo  loud, 

That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear.. 


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2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  foul, 

My  tranfport  and  my  truft  ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  fordid  duft. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wiiTi, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  fo  dear, 
Nor  friendfhip  half  fo  fweet. 

4  Thy  grace  mail  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  fhed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noble  ft  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

With  my  laft  laboring  breath  ; 
And  dying,  clafp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


Hymn  XXXI. 

Way  to  Canaan. 

J  ESUS,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix'd  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banimment* 
The  King's  highway  of  holinefs 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And  mourn'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not ; 


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My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Becaufe  I  could  not  ceafe  from  fin. 

4  The  more  I  drove  againft  its  power, 
I  fmn'd  and  {tumbled  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 
Come  hither,  foul,  "  J  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  bled  Lambs, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  ihall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  finncrs  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  fay,  "  Behold  the  ivay  to  God" 


Hymn  XXXII, 

Holy  Fortitude. 


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jt\.M  I  a  foldier  of  the  crofs, 

A  follower  of  the  J-amb  ? 
And  (hall  I  fear  to  own  his  caufs, 

Or  blufli  to  fpeak  his  name  ? 

Mud  I  be  carried  to  the  ikies 

On  flowery  beds  of  cafe, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  fail'd  through  bloody  leas  ? 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Mult  I  not  Item  the  rlood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 


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Sure  I  muft  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ! 

Increafe  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
Thy  faints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  fee  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  feize  it  with  their  eye. 

When  that  illuftrious  day  (hall  rife, 

And  all  thy  armies  (nine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  ikies, 

The  glory  mail  be  thine. 


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Hymn  XXXIII. 

Apqftacy. 


HEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
( Alas  !  what  numbers  do  ! ) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
"  Wilt  thou  forfake  me  too  ?* 

Ah,  Lord  !   with  fuch  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unlefs  thou  hold  me  fait, 
I  feel  I  mutt,  I  mall  decline, 

And  prove  like  them  at  lad. 

Yet  thou  alone  haft:  power,  I  know, 

To  fave  a  wretch  like  me  : 
To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 

If  I  mould  turn  from  thee  ? 
Beyond  a  doubt,  I  reft  affur'd 

Thou  art  the  Chrift  of  God, 


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Who  haft  eternal  life  fecur'd 

By  promife  and  by  blood. 
^  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd, 

Could  never  reach  my  cafe  ; 
Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 

But  in  thy  boundlefs  grace. 
5  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  reft, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blefs'd, 

And  fatisfy  my  heart. 

7  What  anguifh  has  that  queftion  ftirr'd, 
If  I  will  alfo  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  anfwer — No  ! 


Hymn  XXXIV. 

Not  afoairfd  of  Chrift. 

JESUS  !  and  (hall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  afham'd  of  thee  ? 
Afham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praife, 
Whofe  glories  mine  through  endlefs  days  \ 

Afham'd  of  Jefus  ?  fooner  far 
Let  evening  blufh  to  own  a  ftar  ; 
He  fhcds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  foul  of  mine. 

Afham'd  of  Jefus  ?  juft  as  foon 
Let  midnight  be  afham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  foul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning-ftar,  bid  darknefs  flee. 


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4  Afham'd  of  Jefus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  ;  when  I  blufh,  be  this  my  ihame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Afham'd  of  Jems  ?   Yes,  I  may, 
When  Pve  no  guilt  to  warn  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears,  to  quell,  no  foul  to  fave. 

6  Till  then,  (nor  is  my  boafting  vain) 
Till  then,  I  boaft  a  Saviour  flain  ! 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Chriit  is  not  aiham'd  of  me  ! 

7  [His  inftitutions  would  I  prize, 
Take  up  my  crofs,  the  fhame  defpife  j 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  caufe, 

And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws.] 


Hymn  XXXV. 

Baptifnn 

iOME,  all  ye  lovers  of  the  Lamb, 
This  path  your  dear  Redeemer  trod  j 
Behold  him  bending  in  the  ftream  ! 
See  him  arife,  approv'd  of  God  ! 
Repenting  fmner,  hither  come, 
Nor  linger  on  the  diilant  fhore  ; 
Your  Saviour  made  this  folemn  rite 
An  emblem  of  his  faving^  pbw'r. 
By  faith  alone  the  trembling  foul 
Can  urge  her  claim  to  children's  food  ; 


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She  quits  her  hold  on  hopelefs  forms, 
And  ieeks  in  Chrifl  her  only  good. 

Obedience  flows  from  willing  minds, 
Renew'd  and  purify'd  by  grace  ; 
Come  freely  to  the  gofpel  pool, 
All  ye  who  humbly  feek  his  face. 


Hymn  XXXVI. 

The  Tear  of  the  Redeemed. 

V><OME,  welcome  this  new  year  of  grace, 
Proclaim'd  through  Jefus'  blood  ; 

The  happy  year  of  our  releafe, 
To  feal  our  peace  with  God. 

2  We  early  wander'd  from  our  God, 

In  the  dark  maze  of  fin  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  bring  us  back  again. 

3  "We  once  could  fpurn  at  offer'd  grace, 

And  flight  a  Saviour's  charms ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

4.  We  hear  the  gofpePs  joyful  found 
Proclaim  the  jubilee  : 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  fet  the  ranfom'd  free. 

5  Ye  aged  faints,  who  long  have  figh'd 
To  fee  this  happy  day  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  wipe  your  tears  away. 


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6  Yc  lovely  youth,  who  late  have  known 

The  fweets  of  pard'ning  grace, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  demands 
Your  nobleit  a&s  of  praife. 

7  Now  you  can  tell  a  fcoffing  world 

Their  threats  are  all  in  vain  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come 
To  recompenfe  your  pain. 

S  But,  O  ye  carelefs,  Chriftlefs  fouls, 
Who  fcorn  the  happy  few  ! 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  will  come, 
And  take  them  all  from  you. 

Then  will  you  mourn  and  fay  at  laft, 

We  did  inftruclion  hate  ; 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  pair, 

And  now  it  is  too  late. 

10  When  Gabriel  burfts  the  vaulted  tomb, 
And  bids  the  dead  arife, 
We'll  fmg  the  year  of  the  redeem'd, 
And  lift  our  joyful  eyes. 


Hymn  XXXVII. 

Millennium. 

1  HAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh 

When  Zion's  light  lhall  come  ; 
She  lhall  arife  and  fhine  on  high, 

Bright  as  the  morning  fun. 
The  north  and  fouth  their  fons  refign3 
And  earth's  foundations  bend  -, 
D 


A  bride  adorned,  Jerufalem 
All  glorious  ihall  defcend. 

3  The  King  who  wears  the  glorious  crown, 

The  azure  flaming  bow, 
The  holy  city  fhall  bring  down 
To  blefs  the  church  below. 

4  When  Zion's  bleeding,  conqu'ring  King 

Shall  fin  and  death  deftroy, 
The  morning  (tars  together  fing, 
And  Zion  fhout  for  joy. 

5  The  holy,  bright  angelic  band, 

Who  fing  on  harps  of  gold, 
Hard  by  the  throne  in  order  Hand, 
When  gentler  numbers  roll. 

6  Defcending  in  feraphic  ftrains, 

Jehovah  they  adore  ; 
Such  fhouts  through  earth's  extenfive  plains 
Were  never  heard  before. 

7  Let  Satan  rage  and  boaft  no  more, 

Nor  think  his  reign  is  long  : 
Though  faints  are  feeble,  weak  and  poor, 
Their  great  Redeemer's  ftrong. 

8  In  ftorms  he  is  our  hiding  place, 

A  covert  from  the  wind  ; 
A  fhady  Rock  and  flowing  Stream 
Through  all  the  weary  land. 

9  This  cryftal  ftream  runs  down  from  heav'ft, 

It  i flues  fom  the  throne  ; 
The  floods  of  ftrife  away  are  driv'n, 
The  church  becomes  but  one. 
XO  This  peaceful  union  lhe  fhall  know,. 
And  live  upon  his  love  ; 


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And  (hout  and  fing  his  name  below, 
As  angels  do  above. 

1 1  A  thoufand  years  (hall  roll  around, 

The  church  fhall  be  complete  ; 
Call'd  by  the  trumpet's  glorious  found 
Her  Saviour  for  to  meet. 

12  She'll  mount  from  earth  and  foar  on  high, 

She'll  fly  to  Jefus'  arms  ; 
To  gaze  with  rapture  and  delight 
On  her  Beloved's  charms. 

1 3  Like  apples  fair  his  beauties  are 

To  feed  and  cheer  the  mind ; 
No  earthly  fruit  can  fo  recruit, 
Nor  flagons  full  of  wine. 

14  Her  troubles  o'er,  fhe'll  grieve  no  more, 

But  fing  in  flrains  of  joy  ; 
In  rapture  fweet  and  blifs  complete 
She'll  feaft,  and  never  cloy. 


I 


Hymn  XXXVIII. 

Looking  at  the  Crofs. 

N  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unaw'd  by  fname  and  fear  ; 
Till  a  new  object  ftruck  my  fight, 
And  ftopp'd  my  wild  career. 

I  faw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  crofs  I  (lood. 
D  2 


4° 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  lateft  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  feem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  fpoke. 

4  My  confeience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  defpair  ; 
I  faw  my  fins  his  blood  had  fpilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas !   I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
Where  (hall  my  trembling  foul  be  hid  ? 
For  1  the  Lord  have  flain. 

6  A  fecond  look  he  gave,  which  faid, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ranfom  paid; 
"  I  die,  that  thou  may'ft  live.'' 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  fin  difplays 

In  all  its  blackeil  hue, 
(Such  is  the  myftery  of  grace) 
It  feals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleafing  grief  and  mournful  joy 

My  fpirit  now  is  fill'd, 
That  I  mould  fuch  a  life  deftroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 


T 


Hymn  XXXIX. 

Evening  Song. 


HE  day  is  paft  and  gone, 


4* 


O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  reft  ; 
So  death  will  faon  difrobe  us  all 

Of  what  we  here  poffefs. 
Lord,  keep  us  fafe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  fleep, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 

And  if  we  early  rife, 

And  view  th'  unweari'd  fun, 
May  we  fet  out  to  win  the  prizea 

And  after  glory  run. 

And  when  our  days  are  paft, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

O  may  we  in  thy  bofom  reft3 
The  bofom  of  thy  love. 


H. 


Hymn  XL. 

The  good  Pbyjician* 


.OW  loft  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jefus  made  me  whole  i 
There  is  but  one  Phyfician 
Can  cure  the  fin-{ick  foul  ! 
At  death's  dark  door  he  found  me3 
And  fnatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 
His  wondrous  power  to  fave. 
I)  * 


if. 

2  The  worfl  of  all  difeafes, 
Is  light  compar'd  to  fin  ; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  feizes, 
But  rages  mod  within. 
Tis  palfy,  plague,  and  fever, 
And  madnefs,  all  combin'd  ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  lead  relief  can  find. 

$   From  men  great  fkill  profefEng, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  diftrefling, 
And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  faid  that  nothing  ail'd  me. 
Some  gave  up  all  for  loft  ; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  crofs'd. 

f.  At  length  this  great  Phyfician 
(How  matchlefs  is  his  grace  ! ) 
Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  cafe  : 
Firft  gave  me  light  to  view  him, 
For  fin  my  eyes  had  feal'd  ; 
Then  bid  me  look  unto  him  ; 
I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

j  A  dying,  rifen  Jefus, 
Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  dangers  frees  us, 
And  faves  the  foul  from  death. 
Come  then  to  this  Phyfician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
Tis  only  look  and  live. 


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Hymn  XLL 

Recruiting  Orders, 


HRIST  is  fet  on  Zion's  hill, 
He  receiveth  fmners  ft  ill  ; 
Who  will  ferve  this  blefTed  King  ? 
Come,  enlift,  and  with  me  fing  : 

1  his  foldier  fure  {hall  be, 

Happy  in  eternity. 

?  I  by  faith  enlifted  am 
In  the  fervice  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Prefent  pay  I  now  receive, 
Future  happinefs  he'll  give* 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

3  Zion's  King  my  captain  is, 
Conqueft  I  fhall  never  mifs  ; 
Let  the  fiends  of  hell  engage, 
Fret,  and  foam,  and  roar  and  rage. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

■fr  Let  the  world  their  forces  join, 
With  the  fiencjs  of  hell  combine  ; 
Greater  is  my  King  than  they, 
Through  him  I  fhall  win  the  day. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

5  Wicked  men  I  fcorn  to  fear, 
Though  they  perfecute  me  here  j 
True,  they  may  the  body  kill, 
But  my  King's  on  Zion's  hill. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

j  When  this  life's  fhort  fpace  is  o'er, 
I  fhall  live  to  die  no  more  j 
D4 


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Therefore  will  I  take  the  fword, 
Fight  for  Jefus  Chrift  my  Lord. 
I  his  foldier,  dec. 

$  Come  ye  worldlings,  come  enlift, 
'Tis  the  voice  of  Jefus  Chrift  ; 
Whofoever  will  may  come, 
Jefus  Chrift  refufeth  none. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

9  Jefus  is  my  Captain's  name, 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame  ; 
In  his  name  I  notice  give, 
All  who  come  he  will  receive. 
I  his  foldier,  &c. 

io  Be  perfuaded,  take  his  pay, 
All  your  fins  he'll  wafh  away ; 
Now  in  Jefus'  name  believe, 
Future  happinefs  he'll  give. 

Yes,  in  heav'n  you  fure  fhall  be, 
Praifing  God  eternally. 


W: 


Hymn  XL  II. 

Saul's  Armour* 


HEN  firft  my  foul  enlifted, 
My  Saviour's  foes  to  fight, 
Miftaken  friends  infifted, 
I  was  not  arm'd  aright  : 
So  Saul  declar'd  to  David 
He  certainly  would  fail  ; 
Nor  could  his  life  be  faved 
Without  a  coat  of  mail. 


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2  But  David,  tho*  he  yielded 
To  put  the  armour  on, 

Soon  found  he  could  not  wield  it, 
And  ventur'd  forth  with  none  : 
With  only  fling  and  pebble, 
He  fought  the  fight  of  faith  ; 
The  weapon  feem'd  but  feeble, 
But  prov'd  Goliah's  death. 

3  Had  I  by  him  been  guided, 
And  quickly  thrown  away 
The  armour  men  provided, 

I  might  have  gain'd  the  day  ; 
But  arm'd  as  they  advis'd  me, 
My  expectations  fail'd  ; 
My  enemy  furpris'd  me, 
And  had  almoft  prevail'd. 

4  Furnifh'd  with  books  and  notions, 
And  arguments  and  pride, 

I  praclis'd  all  my  motions, 
And  Satan's  power  defy'd  ; 
But  foon  perceiv'd  with  trouble 
That  thefe  would  do  no  good  ; 
Iron  to  them  is  flubble, 
And  brafs  but  rotten  wood. 

5  I  triumph' d  at  a  diftance 
While  he  was  out  of  fight  ; 
But  faint  was  my  refiftance 
When  fore'd  to  join  in  fight : 
He  broke  my  fword  in  fhivers, 
And  piere'd  my  boafted  fhield, 
Laugh 'd  at  my  vain  endeavours, 
And  drove  me  from  the  field. 


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5  Satan  will  not  be  braved 
By  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ; 
Then  let  me  learn  with  David 
To  truft  in  the  Mod  High  ; 
To  plead  the  name  of  Jefus, 
And  ufe  the  fling  of  pray'r  ; 
Thus  arm'd,  when  Satan  fees  us, 
He'll  tremble  and  defpair. 


c 


Hymn  XLIIL 
Grateful  Recolleftion. 


lOME,  thou  fount  of  every  bleffing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  fing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceafing, 

Call  for  fongs  of  loudeft  praife  : 
Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet. 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above : 
Praife  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

i  Here  I  raife  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  j 
He,  to  fave  my  foul  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 
3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  \ 


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Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  ! 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ! 

Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  leal  it> 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


Hymn  XLIV. 

Union. 


A 


.TTEND,  ye  faints,  and  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 
Who  fav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  foul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  feel  a  bleiTed  Union* 

When  firft  he  view'd  me  from  on  high, 
And  faw  my  foul  in  ruin  lie, 
He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  faid  to  me,  as  he  pafs'd  by, 

With  God  you  have  no  Union, 

Then  I  began  to  mourn  and  cry  ; 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly  ; 
It  griev'd  me  fore  that  I  muft  die ; 
I  ftrove  falvation  for  to  buy, 

But  ftill  I  had  no  Union. 

But  when  my  Jefus  took  me  in, 
And  with  his  blood  did  warn  me  cleani 
aTwas  then  I  hated  every  fin  ; 
And  O  !  what  feafons  I  have  feen 

Since  I  have  felt  this  Union. 


4t 

$  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day> 
From  houfe  to  houfe  I  went  to  pray  ; 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 
I  always  had  fome  word  to  fay 

About  this  blefled  Union. 

6  I  wonder  why  old  faints  don't  fmg, 
And  praife  the  Lord  upon  the  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hofannas  to  their  King, 

Who  brought  their  fouls  to  Unior^ 

7  Return,  backfliders,  come  away, 
And  learn  to  do  as  well  as  fay  ; 

Be  careful  that  you  watch  and  pray  : 
Come,  bear  your  crofs  from  day  to  day, 
And  then  you'll  feel  this  Union,. 

8  We  foon  (hall  break  all  nature's  ties, 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  lhall  rife, 
And  fnout  falvation  through  the  fkies  ; 
And  gain  the  mark,  and  win  the  prize, 

And  feel  a  heav'nly  Union. 

9  Soon  all  the  faints,  now  here  below, 
Will  leave  thefe  climes  of  pain  and  wo, 
And  they  will  home  to  glory  go  ; 

And  then  they'll  fee,  and  hear,  and  know* 
And  feel  this  heav'nly  Union. 
io  Then  we  the  glorious  Lamb  fhall  fee, 
Who  groan'd  and  dy'd  upon  the  tree  ; 
And  fpilt  his  blood  for  you  and  me, 
That  we  might  his  falvation  fee, 

And  feel  this  glorious  UnioiT*. 

1 1  When  we  recount  life's  dangers  o'er, 
Review  the  labours  which  we  bore, 


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And  fee  ouifelves  fafe  on  the  more, 
With  love  our  Conqueror  we'll  adore, 
And  feel  increafmg  Union. 

1 2  When  countlefs  years  are  roll'd  away, 
Our  vigour  fufPring  no  decay, 
We'll  all  as  one  with  rapture  fay, 
We  ftill  remember  well  the  day 

Our  fouls  firft  felt  this  Union. 

13  Hail,  glorious  Jesus  !  reign  on  high  ; 
'Tis  thou  that  brought  us  rebels  nigh, 
We'll  fliout  Redemption  through  the  lky3 
And  praife  thee  to  eternity, 

For  fuch  a  glorious  Union, 

14  The  hoft  of  heaven  will  all  agree 

In  rapt'rous  ftrains  of  praife  to  thee  j 

Shouting,  Eternal  glory  be. 

To  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 

Crying,  O  this  glorious  Union* 


Hymn  XLV. 

The  Heavenly  yerufalenu 

J  ERU SALEM,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee  I 
When  will  my  forrows  have  an  end  $ 

Thy  joys  when  (hall  I  fee  \ 
Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  ftone, 

Moll  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  fet  with  pearl, 

Thy  ftreets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 


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3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleafant  green, 

My  ftudy  long  have  been  ; 
Such  fparkling  light,  by  human  fight 
Has  never  yet  been  feen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 

Why  fhould  I  (lay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  fhould  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  ! 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  caufe  me  to  afcend 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  fabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jefus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  fee, 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  foon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care ; 
And  if  I  here  no  more  fee  you, 
Go  on,   I'll  meet  you  there. 
$  There  we  fhall  meet  and  no  more  part, 
And  heav'n  ihall  ring  with  praife, 
While  Jefus'  love  in  ev'ry  heart 
Shall  tune  the  fong  free  grace. 
9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run, 
Our  fong  (hall  ftill  go  on  ; 
To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit  three  in  one. 
io  When  we've  been  there  ten  thoufand  years, 
Bright  ihining  as  the  fun, 
We've  no  lefs  days  to  fing  God's  praife 
Than  when  we  fir  ft  begun. 


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Hymn  XLVL 

Humble  Confidence, 

JLORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  bleffing  thou  beftow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  preffing  cafe. 

2  Doft  thou  afk  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'ft  my  name  ! 
Yet  the  queftion  gives  a  plea 
To  fupport  my  fuit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  did'ft  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy, 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  fmner  near  defpair 
Sought  thy  mercy-feat  by  pray'r  j 
Mercy  heard  and  fet  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  pafs'd  fmce  then* 
Many  changes  I  have  feen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now  : 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  I 

6  Thou  haft  help'd  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  fo  much  mercy  paft, 
Canft.  thou  let  me  fink  at  laft  ? 

7  No — I  muft  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tisthy  goodnefs  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take 

When  I  plead  for  Jems'  fake. 


Hymn  XLVII. 

Parting  Hymn. 

W  HY  (lay  we  here,  fo  loth  to  part  ? 
Tell  me,  O  Chriftian,  has  thy  heart 
Been  warm'd  with  pure  devotion's  flame* 
And  fill'd  with  love  to  Jems'  name  ? 

2  If  (ot  'tis  good  to  wait  a  while, 
And  weep  to  fee  our  Saviour  fmile  ; 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  to  feel  his  grace, 
And  heav'n  above,  to  fee  his  face. 

3  Bleft  moments  thefe,  when  ev'ry  tongue 
Is  loos'd,  to  chant  the  grateful  fong, — 

■'  To  Him  who  fhed  his  blood  for  me, 
•*  And  fet  the  groaning  pris'ner  free  : 

4  "  To  Him  who  foil'd  the  fpoiler's  pow'rs, 
"  Afcended  to  his  God  and  our's  ; 

"  Who  fits  enthron'd  where  feraphs  glow, 
"  And  teach  their  ftrains  to  faints  below : 

5  "  To  Him  who  hears  the  humbled  pray'r, 
"  And  wafts  it  to  his  Father's  ear  : 

*:  To  Him  who  fent  the  promis'd  Dove, 
"  To  guide  us  fafe  to  realms  above." 
£  What  though  we  part,  to  meet  no  more 
On  this  fide  Canaan's  peaceful  fhore  ; 
Yet,  while  we  tarry  let  us  pray, 
And  follow  Jefus  in  the  way. 


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